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Unrealistic
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Bad decisions made by 17-year old Jorie, lead her into crazy situations involving a killer. Things make less and less sense as they get worse. Jorie has to find a way to fix her mess ASAP!

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Release dateJan 22, 2015
ISBN9781311465757
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JadeRowan Restrepo

JadeRowan Restrepo was born in Queens, NY in 1979. She graduated from Hollywood Hills High school in June of 1998. She then attended The Art Institute of Fort Lauderdale in 2008, earning an Associates Degree in Photography. J.R. started publishing her writing in 2014. She resides in Florida.

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    Unrealistic - JadeRowan Restrepo

    Unrealistic

    Written By:

    JadeRowan Restrepo

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. An unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, electronic or mechanical, photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

    This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and situations are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locations is entirely coincidental.

    1

    The angry sun glared its heat along with the intolerable humidity. As soon as Jorie walked outside, the sweat oozed from all over her.

    She let out a heavy sigh as she scanned around the motel pool yard. It was empty.

    How strange, she thought.

    Beyond the fence, she saw the never- ending water of the beach. She shook her head at the idea of the beach. Getting sand all over her wasn’t going to happen today. She headed toward the pool and stopped at the edge. She stared into the still, crystal clear water. At the bottom of the pool, were big bold black letters that spelled the hotel's name. The letters looked like black holes ready to suck in anything that was within range. She looked around again, hoping for some sign of life to appear, but it didn’t happen.

    Ok Jorie, just get in the pool, you’re being cooked alive just standing here, she said to herself. She put her towel on a chair by the pool. She took off her shorts and then sat down to take off her shoes. She looked around

    and sighed again.

    Where is everybody?! This is too weird. Saturday is supposed to be a busy day.

    She went to the ladder at the deep end. She gasped as her feet

    touched the cold water. She waited a bit to get used to the temperature before going in any further.

    She stared at the letters again as she went in.  She just couldn’t keep her eyes off them. She was finally up to her neck into the water when she started moving around the pool, never letting go of the edge. She felt safer holding on to the side. A slight movement in the water caught her attention. It started getting stronger until it felt like the water wanted to suck her body under. Terror went through Jorie as the thought of being sucked into the black letters went through her mind. Her fingers were slipping off the side of the pool.

    No! Help me, somebody please!

    Just when her hands lost the edge, the suction stopped, and she found herself in the middle of the pool. Hot tears mingled with the cool pool water as she rushed towards the stairs at the shallow end.

    Just as her foot touched the bottom step, a huge wave formed right before her and slapped her backwards.

    NNNNOOOO!

    The waves kept coming at her, allowing only brief moments of air as she was forced back into the middle of the pool. She took frantic gulps of air as she continually rubbed the water out of her eyes. Jorie looked below at the black letters with fear. Something rubbed against her and she looked up.

    AAAAHHHH!

    The pool was filled with dead rotted bodies. Each were staring at her with their vacant grotesque eyes. Jorie cringed trying to keep herself from touching them. The waves started up again, throwing the dead on top of her.

    AAAHHHH! Help me! Help me! This can’t be real!

    Jorie woke screaming, her body soaked with sweat.

    **********************************

    Jorie and Julian stood outside the cemetery. The day was dreary and breezy with thick gray clouds. She sighed and looked at her thirteen- year old brother. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and his skin was the color of caramel.

    Julian was wearing his favorite

    dark blue Fubu shirt with blue jeans. Unlike Julian, Jorie had light skin, rusty brown hair that reached to her mid-back, and dark black-brown eyes. She wore her light blue bell bottom jeans with a white tank top.

    They scanned the old forgotten graveyard lazily. The grass was overgrown and patched in different spots. It was secured within a tall brittle and severely rusted fence that rattled loudly as they passed along slightly touching it.

    Where did this cemetery come from? I don't remember ever seeing it before, she asked.

    I don’t know, Julian mumbled.

    What do you think happens when you die Julian?

    I don't really think about it.

    Doesn’t it scare you?

    Not really. I mean I don’t want to die but I’m not really worried about it.

    "I don't really think much of it during the day. But when I am in bed at night, it just pops into my head. I just think about how the years fly by.

    And before I know it, I’m old and going to die at any second. Then I think about my body, locked up deep within the earth. Rotting. It scares me and pisses me off because it’s final and inevitable."

    Why does it scare you so much? They stood at the entrance. The gate was unlocked and left slightly open.

    Let's walk through the cemetery. I need to walk, Jorie said as they walked through the entrance of the cemetery.

    "It's kind of hard to explain. It’s all an unknown. There are so many beliefs out there, but we really don’t know. Is there really a loving God up there that will give us everlasting life if we just ask Him for forgiveness, even at the worst anybody could do? Is there really reincarnation, where we keep getting to come back to life and start over? Does it get better? Or is there nothing?

    Ceasing to exist, is pretty fucking scary. And maybe that’s why we just make up all that shit, so that we don't get scared about dying."

    I guess, Julian said with a shrugged.

    "I once had this dream about bodies. We thought that they didn't feel anything because they were dead. I was standing in the middle of the morgue surrounded by gurneys with the dead filling them.

    A voice asked me, "How do you know? What if I told you that even though my eyes don’t move, I can still see? Even though I have no control over my limbs, muscles, or vocals, I can still feel everything that is done to me.

    Imagine the mortician shoving an embalming machine in the side of your stomach, and then feel the pain of your insides being ripped out of you."

    Uuugh, Jorie shut up.

    Or if they had to perform an autopsy and cut you up?

    Okay, Jorie.

    Oh, and let's not forget cremation-

    Jorie, I get your point!

    Alright Julian, it's just that I’ve had some freaky dreams lately--.

    They stood side by side as they tried to rationalize the scene before them. There was a lonely spot away from the other headstones with no grass, just dirt. In the middle, there was a man's head and his two hands barely sticking out of the dirt. It didn't make any sense to bury someone that way, yet there he was.

    Eve n more chilling, was that his eyes were open and staring at them. Jorie took a step to her left and the eyes followed. The two gasped. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up.

    Shut the fuck up, she whispered.

    She took a step to her right and the eyes followed again. Julian stared with his mouth slightly open.

    Don’t believe I’m really here? the man muttered in an Australian accent. They were speechless.

    What's the matter? Scared? He spat.

    What the hell? Jorie asked.

    He rolled his eyes. I’m just a man. I'm not the living dead, if that’s what your little minds think, he muttered.

    And you think that being buried like that is logical? Jorie asked. She walked towards him until she was standing right in front of him. She

    could barely see some metal bars protruding from the dirt. It looked as if he was buried within some sort of cage in the dirt.

    I suppose you made a small point there, another muttered sentence.

    She took a better look at him. He had sky blue eyes and long brown hair. He looked like he might have been in his late twenties or early thirties. It was hard to tell under all the

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